St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1887-10-15
Yellowstone, who was the recognized

Yellowstone, who was the recognized
spokesman of his party, looked grave.
'Thet chap wor pardner of our'n for
short SPELL" he explained. ale come
on us arter we'd found a pocket an
| nighabout made up our pile, an talked
so smooth tibet we TUX him in an guy
him show, an he paid us by runnin' off
with our dust in the night, but we ketched
up to him an done for him as you-uns
came nigh to dom for US to night-strung
him to the nearest limb, but tibet didn't
give us back our gold which he'd
made away with, cached, | reckon,
when he found we wor comm up to
him. However that may be, we never
found it, so we went back to our
diggins' an got ketched by the snow
as he's told ye."
"You didn't find it for the best of
reasons" put in Truebody, with
chuckle. 81 were up thar, in hidin', an
got it from him. Ye see, we two had
spotted you three, an schemed between
US to get your DOODLE but Cartright was
fool enough to be caught, while | went
on to the settlements an put in the win
ter, gettin' rid O. the dust Thinkin',
when spring opened, ye'd likely be back
thar took me up for the second time, an
the poor mouth we made didn't shut my
eye. | got them sandbags made ready to
swap with we whenever the chance
should come; seems, though that waited
too long"
The regret in his tone was all for him.
self; he had no computations for having
robbed his companions who had taken
him in as one of themselves.
Our dealin's with Cartright made us
'spicious of every one" Yellowstone
went on. at was 'kase Truebodv hvar
told us his ole mother was s'archin' for
him, an we couldn't bring oursel's to
tell her what a mean end he'd come to, .
tibet we cut the camp. hope an pray
we won't hev to tell her VIII
Unseen by the thrOng of men who
pressed around the detective and his
prisoner the wrinkled old woman was
skirting the edges of the crowd, peering
into the faces of all near her; but now
as she heard Yellowstone's words she
pressed on to his side.
lie told you wrong. then. It's my
son I'm lookin' for an my names Arm
strong. He's good lad an l brought
him up honest, an he's done no harm,
m sure of that, if he has been mis-
.Ortnit. 1ou-you've a look like him
about the eyes. Oh, sir if I
'ould only find him, my David, my little
al ~
The man who mad been known to his
only as Yellowstone stood
tarlng into her upturned face, his own
hanging, paling, lighting then with a
udden wonderful glow.
"Why.' burst from his lips, breath
osslv; I'm blessed eff it isn't ma old
'oman. It's ny old mother, boys" he {
canned rapturously upon the crowd and
hen the trembling, faithful old creature I
as caught close in the strong, tender e
rms of the son. Truebody, meanwhile, :
lough seeming to submit without t
struggle, was slyly working him $
IF free from his bonds, and when |
lis diversion occurred, he made a {
BRING forward, and striking right and
it, managed to clear the crowd; then t
arted to run like a deer for the nearest v
'ver. He had gained half the distance V
it when some pistol shots followed .
m, going wide of the mark; then came y y
e sharp crack of the rifle, caught by the t,
Elective from a miners hands. The d
'Hthful desperate leaped high in the s.
r and fell dark heap among the u
adows of the night, where it lay mo- 4
'nless. A brief span of life devoted to y
il and ending in darkness; a fitting end c;
his career. CT